The Proposal My Husband Made That I Couldn’t Bring Myself to Refuse

This is the first time I’ve ever dared to tell something like this, so let me introduce myself before getting into the important part. My name is Marina, I’ve been married for seven years, and we still don’t have children. My husband, Damián, asked me to marry him when I was barely in my twenties, and since then we’ve shared a house with his father and his younger brother, who live with us.

I grew up in a family that was neither too strict nor too lax. My parents instilled just one thing in me with real firmness: never play with my partner’s feelings, and never let anyone play with mine. They wanted me to stand up for myself and to respect others in equal measure. And I did. I never cheated on any of my boyfriends, and I don’t think I ever let any of them disrespect me either.

Let’s talk a little about the physical side, since it matters here. Damián is one of those men who practically lives in the gym. He doesn’t have exaggerated muscles, but he is well-built, with good definition, and with the beard he rarely shaves, he looks older than he is. He is kind, courteous, and helpful, but because of his bearing and those aviator sunglasses he always wears, people who meet him for the first time usually find him a little intimidating. I, on the other hand, am sociable, outgoing, the sort of woman who can talk to anyone. I’m slender, of average height, and I’ve never lacked attention: I have a generous chest and a well-proportioned body, and that, for better or worse, attracts the attention of men and some women too.

Our relationship started out wonderfully. Damián was attentive, chivalrous, a good person in the simplest sense of the word. I took it for granted that we would be a traditional couple, because he seemed to want a traditional family. We never really discussed it; we simply assumed it. Then the opportunity came for him to go work abroad for two years, and he left. I waited for him. I never cheated on him, not once. But over there, far away, he built up the idea in his head that maybe I had had an affair.

When he came back, everything seemed to be as before. But the months went by and the subject kept coming up every so often, like a dripping leak. One night, in the kitchen, he asked me again whether I’d been with anyone while he was working overseas. I told him no, that I had waited for him, and I felt myself growing tired of repeating the same thing. We almost ended up in a serious argument. He kept trying to calm me down. Until he looked me in the eyes in a different way.

—I need to talk to you seriously —he said.

By his tone, I thought he was preparing to end our marriage.

—What do you want to tell me? —I replied, nervous, not lowering my gaze.

—I don’t know how to say it, so I hope you understand me and don’t get scared —he took my hand and his voice gradually lowered.

—You know I love you and that you can trust me. But if you think I was unfaithful, the answer is no. I wouldn’t be capable of doing that to the person I love.

My heart felt like it was in every part of my body.

And then the bomb dropped, without warning, like a bucket of ice water.

—I want you to have a lover —he said—. I want you to sleep with another man. Only then will I be able to get this feeling out of my head that you were with someone.

I was in shock for a long time. I didn’t know what to say. But his face was not the face of a man joking. It was the face of a serious man who knew exactly what he was saying, no matter how much my mind insisted on trying to convince me he was only playing.

—Love, please, say something —he insisted—. I’m talking to you with complete sincerity.

What followed was a conversation that felt like a dream. I refused over and over. I told him that could end up ruining us completely, and he swore it wouldn’t, that it would be the opposite. I told him no a thousand times. Until, exhausted, I finally gave in with one hard condition: once. Just once, and never again. He accepted.

***

The days passed as if nothing had happened, until two weeks later he asked me if I had already thought about who. The truth is I had thought about his proposal, but never about anyone specific, because deep down I still believed he’d get over it.

—I haven’t looked for anyone —I told him, seriously, still doubtful—. And if I do, I don’t want it to be someone we know, or someone who knows anything about our family or our lives.

—I understand —he replied, calm but certain—. What if you start talking to people online? That way you can take your time, get to know him, and he won’t know anything about you beyond what you want to tell him.

I did as he said. I opened an account and started chatting with the people who seemed the most interesting. It was disappointment after disappointment. Most of them wanted to fall in love with me, and I was already in love with my husband. But I didn’t lose hope that someone would appear who met what I was looking for. Almost two months passed before a message arrived from someone who had just accepted my request. A simple “hello, how are you” that, without knowing it, opened up an entire world.

His photo didn’t impress me much. He was quite a bit older than me, and I’m not lying: I thought he must be married, with children, looking for an affair without considering the consequences. I was wrong. His conversation was natural, fluid, with no hidden agenda. The days went by and he never suggested anything sexual, and that was precisely what made me trust him. I’ll call him Rodrigo.

We arranged to meet for lunch, as friends. My first impression in person was not dazzling either; I thought, with a bit of humor, “well, at least he showered.” But the conversation was pleasant. He told me he had never married, that he had no children, that he worked and wasn’t looking for a partner. He sounded sincere. Nothing happened on that outing; we just got to know each other, but for me it was important: I told him plainly that I was married, and I made clear everything he needed to know so there would be no misunderstandings.

When I got home, Damián was waiting for me anxiously.

—Love, I’m so glad you’re home. How was your date? Did you do anything interesting?

—We just had lunch —I told him—. I told him I’m married. He assured me he doesn’t have a partner or children.

—Really? —his disappointment made me a little sad.

—Yes. But we’ll probably see each other again soon —I lied a little; we hadn’t made any concrete plans.

—That’s great —his voice brightened—. I hope next time you’ll be a little bolder and leave him speechless.

***

During that week, Rodrigo wrote to me every day, even if it was only to say good morning. Never a rude comment, never asked me for photos like others did. It was a conversation between friends, so calm it didn’t even seem like he was planning to suggest another outing. So I was the one who suggested it. I asked him if he wanted to have lunch over the weekend, and he agreed.

When the day came, I was already determined. Whatever happens, happens. I put on a fitted skirt ending halfway down my thigh, a white sleeveless blouse that showed a good part of my cleavage, and I picked up my clutch. Damián saw me leaving and let out a low whistle.

—Wow, love, your new friend is going to be left speechless.

I laughed. I was dressed a little bolder than usual, with light makeup. And when I arrived at the restaurant, Rodrigo’s face was exactly that: surprise, and a silence that said he didn’t know what to say.

—Hi, have you been here long? I was running a little late —I said.

—Don’t worry. You look very good today. Shall we sit down?

For the first time I noticed he was paying attention to my body, and far from making me uncomfortable, I felt flattered. We ate while making normal conversation, until he asked me about my husband. Whether he minded me going out to lunch with another man, whether he was jealous. I told him the truth.

—The truth is, my husband wants me to sleep with someone. For a personal reason of his.

—Really? Do you have that kind of relationship?

—That’s right. That’s why I’m looking for someone who meets certain conditions.

—And what are those conditions? —he asked, surprised and a little irritated—. When I started talking to you, I didn’t imagine you were looking for something like that. Have you gone out with many men?

—No, actually you’re the first person I accepted a date with. The others all seemed mentally adolescent. Even if I’m looking for sex, I don’t want to be treated like a disposable object.

—Then tell me those conditions —now he was interested.

—That it be just once. That he not interfere in my private life, that he not look for me, that he not call me because he misses me, that no romantic feelings develop, and that he not have a partner —I said it firmly, in a calm voice.

—From what you’re telling me, that seems logical. You’re married and you love your husband. I’m not going to ask why you’re doing this; you’re the couple, and I consider myself your friend.

Those words finally convinced me. Without overthinking it, I asked him whether he wanted to be that person. He didn’t hesitate.

***

We left the restaurant and got into his car, heading to a hotel. As soon as we pulled away, the air between us changed.

—You’re very beautiful. Just imagining what we’re going to do makes me nervous —he said.

—I think you’ve been nervous since I arrived. I noticed the way you were looking at me —I replied, with a hint of mischief.

—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But it’s true, that outfit looks incredible on you.

—What matters is that I feel comfortable. And I know you won’t just be looking at me with my clothes on —I was already getting turned on.

—And I won’t just be looking. How about I touch you while we’re on the way?

I didn’t say anything. I took his hand and placed it on my breast. I felt him squeeze, slowly at first, and a sigh escaped me without permission. He caressed me over the blouse, until carefully sliding his hand under the fabric. I didn’t care that at the traffic lights other cars stopped alongside us, or about the people crossing the street. I only wanted him not to stop. And he didn’t stop.

We arrived at the hotel and, while he parked, I adjusted my clothes so I wouldn’t go in all disheveled. But the moment the room door closed, we put all modesty aside. Rodrigo hugged me from behind, yanked my blouse down, and started kissing my neck and chest with a hunger I hadn’t expected. He ran his tongue slowly and then sucked hard, and that intensity only made me hotter.

—Marina, you smell like heaven —he murmured against my skin.

He turned me against the wall and lifted my skirt to my waist, gripping my hips with both hands while he kissed my mouth brutally. I felt his hard erection against my stomach, tense, impatient, and that made me gasp. I slipped my hand into the waistband of his pants and felt the heavy thickness of his cock, firm and hot, straining beneath the fabric. He let out a low laugh, broken by desire.

—That’s what you’re doing to me —he said—. You’re driving me crazy, Marina.

I fumbled with his pants and pushed him onto the bed. He looked at me like I was the prize and he couldn’t believe it. I knelt in front of him and, without any more talking, took his cock out of his underwear. It was big, dark, with a wet, throbbing tip. I took it in my hand, stroked it slowly, and then brought my mouth to him, first kissing the head, then taking him little by little. I sucked the tip, ran my tongue along the vein, coated him with saliva, and kept going deeper until I heard his breathing break apart.

—Fuck, you suck so good —he growled—. Don’t stop, damn it.

I sucked his balls one by one while my hand kept sliding up and down the shaft. Rodrigo held my hair, not roughly but firmly, guiding the rhythm he wanted. When I felt him tremble, he pulled me away with a groan and lifted me again, as if he couldn’t wait another second.

—Now it’s your turn to open up for me.

He threw me onto the bed on my back and unfastened my skirt. He took off my blouse, my bra, and left me exposed, breathing fast, with my nipples hard and my skin burning. He spread my legs with his large hands and buried his face between my thighs. First he kissed the inside of my legs, then moved toward my already soaked pussy. He ran his tongue over my panties, feeling my wetness, and then ripped them off me. He looked at me with a dirty smile.

—You’re dripping for me —he said—. Look at you, such a delicious little slut.

I blushed, but not from shame; from pure fire. I closed my eyes when he started licking me slowly, opening me with his tongue, putting it where I needed it most. His mouth worked my clit with cruel patience, alternating hard sucks with long licks, and I soon started moving my hips, looking for more. He held my thighs and forced me to stay still while he ate my pussy with an almost sick concentration.

—Yes, like that —I moaned—. Suck me harder.

He obeyed gladly. He slid two fingers into me while he kept licking, and the pressure inside made me arch my back. I felt myself stretching, filling both inside and out at once, and pleasure piled up in my belly with delicious violence.

—I want to feel you inside me now —I told him, my voice broken, tugging him toward me—. Put the condom on, fast.

Rodrigo obeyed without stopping kissing my neck. I settled myself on the bed, on my knees, offering him my ass slightly raised and my pussy open for him. I felt his hand on my hip and the other guiding him between my wet lips. The first thrust was slow, but it still tore a long moan from me. The head of his cock pushed its way in, hard, hot, sliding against every wall of me until it sank all the way in.

—God, Marina —he groaned—. You’re tight and wet as hell.

He stayed still for a moment, breathing hard, letting me feel him completely inside me. Then he started moving. First with deep strokes, setting the rhythm with his hips, and then harder, faster, driving all the way in with every thrust. The sound of our bodies crashing together filled the room. I gripped the sheets tightly, my legs trembling as he fucked me without mercy.

—I love the way you take me —he said between thrusts—. You’ve been waiting for this for a while, haven’t you?

All I could do was moan and enjoy it.

—Yes, don’t stop —I answered, almost voiceless.

He changed positions. He put me on my side, one leg down toward the floor and the other over his shoulder, held in place by his hands on my thigh. I was left completely open at the edge of the mattress, and he entered me again without hesitation. From there he penetrated me deeper, hitting the place that made me lose my mind. His free hand rubbed my clit with two wet fingers, and I felt the orgasm approaching like a brutal wave.

—God, you’re so good at this —I blurted out—. Keep going, like that, don’t stop.

I had no reservations left at all. I heard his ragged breathing, and my vision started to blur. For a second I thought I might faint, but that wasn’t it: I was reaching my limit. A long moan escaped my mouth, drawn out, and after a few more seconds he couldn’t hold back either.

He pulled away just enough, carefully removed the condom, and looked at me with an almost incredulous expression, as if he still didn’t know what had just happened between us. I was still trembling, my chest rising and falling quickly, my thighs open and my skin sweaty, still sensitive to the slightest touch. I glanced at myself in the room mirror and could hardly believe the position I had ended up in. All I could think, still breathless, was: that was incredible.

***

Rodrigo drove me home. On the way I thanked him, repeated that it wouldn’t happen again, and asked him to keep the secret, to act as if nothing had happened. He agreed without any problem, and suddenly he was back to being the calm friend I had met. He dropped me off at the door and we said goodbye normally, as if we had only gone out to lunch.

When I went inside, Damián was waiting for me. From his expression, he seemed to know everything before I said a word. And finally, I told him.

But this story doesn’t end here. This was only the beginning of many other adventures that came after. I know I’ve gone on a bit long, although I tried to summarize the essentials, because it was important to me that you understand how everything began and how I met the people who appear later on. I promise the next ones will be shorter and bolder. For now, I’ll say goodbye, and if you’ll allow me, I’d like to keep telling you more.